All Things Profane and Sacred

I have had a marching band playing the electric bugaloo song in my head most of this week. I don't like it (especially since it never gets past the chorus), but previous experiences with trying to change the channel in my head have taught me that sometimes it's best to leave well enough alone. After all, it could be "Convoy" or William Shatner's version of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds." Shit.